mystery boy • a tronnor au ✔️

"i'm okay"

july 2nd, 2010

Of course, when Troye said he'd go back tomorrow, he really meant he'd go back in two weeks. He had gotten so caught up in school work and friend drama *coughcoughtylercough* that he wasn't able to get over to Connor's house.

Cheryl was, surprisingly, okay with Troye coming over to the house. In fact, she had given him the garage code so he could let himself in, in case the Franta's weren't home. Troye walked up to the little blue house on a little hill and prepared himself to find more evidence for the missing person case.

Troye remembers the first time he came over to the house when Connor wasn't there. It was immediately after he had received the news on March 18th. Troye remembers showing up to the house and knocking frantically. He remembers a crying Nicola answering the door. He remembers Cheryl crying into Peter's shoulder. Brandon staring at the T.V in shock. Dustin looking down at the floor, trying to hide the tears.

That's when Troye knew that Connor really was gone. That nobody knew where he was. He remembered hugging Nicola. Hugging her tight because damn, it was too much to handle.

But, alas, here we are 3, nearly 4 months after the disappearance. Troye shakily walked up to the garage, typing in the four digit passcode. 1204.

The garage opened painfully slow, the creaks and rattle of the chain pulling up the heavy metal door. Troye sighed and decided that today he'd start his investigation in the garage.

He walked around aimlessly, periodically finding old toys  he and Connor use to play with as young teenagers. occasionally, he'd stop and play with the toy for a bit, trying to remember all the fun memories he had with Connor.

Then he came across an orange ball that the two would always play with. It was their favorite because it'd always go crazily high when you dropped it on the ground. They had so many good times with that little rubber ball, it was ridiculous.

Troye looked around to make sure nobody was watching before he slammed the ball onto the concrete floor and watched in amusement as it bounced off all the walls, nearly hitting Troye a couple of times.

Troye would bounce the ball over and over, giggling to himself each and every time he did so. The fourth time he bounced the ball, it hit one of the many hanging objects in the garage, causing it to fall down on top of a tarp covering objects. As it hit the tarp, the five objects from underneath it fell over, revealing to Troye what they were.

Bikes.

and five of them.

Troye groaned as he walked over to the many bikes, attempting to pick them up one-by-one. He'd been to the Franta's a lot and he'd always borrow a bike whenever he and Connor went on bike rides. He usually used Nicolas bike. It was plain and simple, besides Dustin, Cheryl and Peter had really big bikes whereas Brandon had a smaller bike. And Connor, of course, would use his own.

But wait, why was there only five?

Troye looked over the bikes again, naming off each bike as if it were the person who owned them.

"Dustin, Nicola, Peter, Brandon, Cheryl..." He called off, pointing to each bike. Connor's bike was gone.

Troye widened his eyes, surely his was mistaken, right? Connor's bike was still here. He just miscounted.

Dustin

Nicola

Peter

Brandon

Cheryl

Five. Five bikes. And Connor's was gone.

Immediately, Troye ran over to his notebook and wrote that down.

This was the piece of evidence Troye needed to convince everyone that Connor is still alive. That he did just runaway.

But how and why?

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After going to the garage, Troye went up into Connor's room to continue looking for more evidence. He decided to first look over by the bed in hopes of finding more pieces of paper.

And thankfully, he did. He found 4 pieces.

"-kay" "parents are h-" "can't handle" and "-t of here"

Troye reached into his bag, pulling out the notebook to record these things. Obviously Connor had written something, like a journal entry, then ripped it up.

Troye had taken the other paper and studied it with the other ones. As he was looking, he noticed how the "I'm o-" and "-kay" papers went together.

I'm okay

I'm okay.

As relieving as that was, Troye didn't know what to think of it. Who was this note for and why did Connor have to reassure them that he was okay? And where is the rest of the note? What do these other pieces of paper mean?

Frustrated, troye decided to call it a night. Later he'd probably skype Caspar and tell him about the other scrap papers and the bike, hopefully finally convincing Caspar that Connor was, in fact, alive.

at least that's what troye hoped.

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As Troye was making his way downstairs, he had heard Cheryl and Peter talking in the kitchen. He decided to stop by and let them know what he found.

"Uhm, Mr. and Mrs. Franta?" Troye asked, feeling a bit bad for intruding in on the conversation.

"Troye! How lovely to see you" Cheryl cheered, setting down her wine glass and making her way over to hug Troye. "Did, did you find anything else?" She asked, her mood toning down a bit.

The subject of Connor was still a difficult thing for Cheryl to talk about. Connor was such a mommas boy when he was little, so when Cheryl found out that Connor was gone, she wouldn't leave the house for a good two weeks.

"Actually, yeah, I have" Troye spoke up, releasing her from the hug.

"Before you tell us," Peter started. "is it good or bad?"

"i'd say it's good news" Troye smiled.  Cheryl and Peter's face lit up. "I was in the garage earlier today and I was looking around." He began to explain. He told them about finding the toys here and there, and how the little orange ball knocked over something hanging on the wall, causing the bikes to fall over.

"The bikes are okay, but I did see that there were only five bikes" Troye explained.

"That's ludicrous" Cheryl spoke. "We have six bikes, one for each member of the family."

"Yeah, and Connor's bike was gone" Troye finished. "Which means that he most likely ran away." Troye smiled. Of course, somebody wouldn't want to hear that their child ran away, but at least it's better than knowing that their child might be dead.

"So you're saying that he- he's okay?" Peter asked calmly, walking over to hug Cheryl. Troye nodded, taking out his notebook to show the two emotional parents the two scrap pieces of paper.

"And i found this. I don't know what it means, but i'm pretty sure Connor is okay. We just need to find him."

Cheryl and Peter thanked Troye endlessly, telling him that he's better than all the damn cops in the county combined, and that really made Troye smile.

Now it was just time to find where Connor had run off to.

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A/N

wooOOOOOOO

i think there's like 2-4 chapters left